On Saturday morning, I participated in a 5k run/walk (mostly walking). I was a last-minute substitution for another co-worker, and I’d warmed up somewhat with a 1-mile walk the previous evening. I’m not sure what made me agree to do it, but I figured it wouldn’t kill me.
Mostly I just walked fast with little bursts of jogging now and then. When I was getting close to the end, I started to break into one last jog and my right calf muscle said, "Whoa there! That’s enough of that!"
I felt a little sproing that was enough to remind me that one trip to the gym every month does not constitute training. I walked the rest of the way. The good news is that I still managed to make the 3.1 miles in 46 minutes. They’d allotted a whole hour!
The next morning, I woke up stiff from my ribcage to my calves. I immediately unrolled my yoga mat in the living room and did sun salutations until my Tin Woodman-like gait subsided. I’ll be doing another round today before I leave for work.
I hope this experience will spur me to establish a more consistent exercise routine. It would certainly be nice if I could slim down a bit before summer kicks in. I’ve already permanently banished shorts from my wardrobe, but I’d hate to have to let the skirts and capris go, too. It gets hot here!
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